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Tandem

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jan 20, 2026

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Salmon fillets sizzled in the remnants of their olive oil slathering and the generous butter blob Casey had garnished with garlic and honey dribbles. He spooned the mix over their dinner with a teaspoon and careful concentration.


Once the fish was seared beautifully he plucked them from the pan and into bowls. He put the larger piece in Georgie’s, she laughed and swapped them. Then, in the pool of melted salty, sugary goodness he tossed their veggies to cook for a few minutes.


Even in the evening chill she had to puff to cool down each bite enough to put it in her mouth. Wedged back in between Casey’s knees she could lift her spork up to get him working like bellows when she needed a break. He ate over her with great care when she didn’t need his blowing assistance. The salmon was almost fluffy, the vegetables had a bite to them, and there was no beating butter, honey and garlic. It was delicious and Georgie fought to the very end to finish it.


The crackles of the fire seemed louder now that there was no clinking and clanking of their bowls. Or maybe it was wailing because it was dying out. They didn’t need it to stay warm, they had their fur if the weather actually turned wintery. It was beautiful to stare into, though, and comforting to feel the heat on your face when you leant in. And, of course, the marshmallow possibilities. Humans invented the treat, werewolves invented the toasting.


Georgie stroked her belly and let out a long hum in protest against her fullness. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Casey’s hand extending.


“Don’t you dare,” she groaned. “If you tickle me I’ll throw up.”


He thought about that risk for a moment. “I do have to share a bed with you tonight…”


“Have to?” Georgie twisted her neck and looked him over with scathing eyes. “You can sleep outside if it’s too much trouble.”


“Bad choice of words! I love sleeping with you! Next to you, I mean.”


“I know.” She closed her eyes, settling back against him. “I’m just messing with you.”


“So mean.” His pout was audible.


Georgie cracked a lid. “Outside is still an option.”


“I love you,” he sang sweetly.


“Prove it.”


“Huh?”


“Help me into the tent. I want to get in my jammies but I feel so heavy.”


He looped his arms through the backs of her knees and stood, lifting her like a sack of flour bent at the middle.


“Uuugh you’re squeezing my tummy!”


“Sorry!” He hurried to their tent, a triangular canvas they had carried with them on adventures for a decade. In a deep squat he released her and Georgie flopped forward with her head inside and the rest of her laid out on the dirt.


“I just need a minute,” she moaned before he could question her.


He waited, knees bent and butt almost to the ground, never any impatience in his body to show.


Georgie dragged herself the rest of the way inside, taking care not to bring half the forest’s dirt with her and dusting off her feet right before they crossed the threshold. The bed was made up of layers of blankets and a couple of pillows. It had fit all three of them even until they were all grown up. She rumpled the covers with her clumsy climbing and searching for her stack of clothes. They packed light although mud was inevitable. From the middle she pulled free her folded nightdress and shook it out. Today’s clothes hadn’t gotten too mucky, she could get away with folding them back up into the pile. As she took the hem of her top in her hands, she realised the figure squatting in the tent opening remained. Casey was still. Eerily so.


Georgie looked to him uncertainly. Had she forgotten something? His elbows rested on his knees, his bare feet balanced him evenly, not even his abs were flexing and squeezing like they often did when she found herself ogling them. He was a statue. One whose eyes followed you around the room.


“Do you intend to watch?” she asked softly. Genuinely uncertain as to whether she wanted him to or not. She wasn’t of age for acts of the downstairs department… that didn’t rid her of the urges for the gorgeous, shirtless alpha crouched through the tent flaps.


It took him a moment to react to the question. “I shouldn’t.” He swallowed. “I should do the washing up.” He lingered, though, drinking her in with his eyes for just a little too long. Taking what he could of her before dragging himself away.


―


Even from her place tucked up under the top blanket, knees to tummy, Georgie could hear every action outside clearly. Casey gathering water from the lake to use in the washing up bowl with splash-accompanied-stomps. The clack and clatter of his heavy-handed dunking. The slosh of him spilling the soapy water. Hissed curse words that would indicate the suds got on his shorts.


Georgie smiled at the sloping tent wall on her side of the bed. She could fall asleep to his bumbling noises, her legs were weary enough and her stomach full enough, but she kept her eyes open with stubborn determination. When he crept in to join her, she wanted the option to entangle herself with his radiator body.


By the time he finally peeled open the pair of hanging canvas pieces making up the door, Georgie’s eyes were stinging and there was nothing to see inside any more. Casey sat in the doorway and shucked off his clothes with his back to her and only the moonlight squeezing in to offer her a glimpse of his outline. His shoulder muscles bunched and flexed until he covered them with his pajama top. His bottoms were slipped on with his lower half still hanging out the tent. The modesty was appreciated by Georgie. It was really only Casey that had to struggle with the mate maturity rules. He never complained. The craving was dark in his eyes sometimes, though. It could make Georgie skittish. Like she wanted to bare her throat and bend over and submit to his-


“I forgot to brush my teeth,” Casey whispered near her head.


“I can tell,” Georgie teased.


She heard, rather than saw, him sit up with a whoosh. It was a wonder he didn’t bump his head on the low ceiling. “Really?”


“No! I didn’t do mine either. Too tired. We’ll brush extra hard in the morning.”


“Does that mean I can still kiss you goodnight?”


Georgie answered with her actions. She rolled over, swinging her leg wide and hooking it over his hip, and reached for where his neck should be. Her muscle memory was getting good, she latched to the back of it and kissed him slow and easy. Everything with Casey was easy. Her love for him was effortless. A seed planted at birth and nurtured for so long there was no way she could dig it back out of her heart. The roots were intertwined with her own nerves and arteries. The tickle of tentative touch along the edge of her nightdress skirt rolled her hips forward without thought. She wanted his hands to sink, to take their hot grip deep beneath. Her upper thighs ached for him to squeeze them, to part them and push them down flat.


Casey grumbled into her mouth, “No more. I-” He snatched her bottom lip and pinched it between his teeth just long enough to draw a whimper from her. “I can’t.” Georgie knew it to be true from the lump growing in his pj shorts, despite his best efforts to keep it from pressing into her.


She fell back, withdrawing her leg and offering him a little space to breathe. “Maybe a dip in the lake would cool you off.” Half in and half out of the covers, she stretched until her fingertips reached the top end of their tent.


Casey had scooted to the very edge of his half of the bed. “You have no idea what that feels like with mate maturity,” he chuckled. There was a shake to it, like he’d just crossed the finish line of another of their races. His lungs not quite able to get full capacity again yet. “It’s maddening to stop. Like I could actually just start humping your leg like a dog.”


“That would be hot.”


“Stop it,” he groaned.


“Wanna go fertilise the bushes again?”


He was silent.


“Can I watch you do it?”


She heard the shocked intake of breath and could only guess what his face looked like. To be honest, the words had rushed out her mouth before she’d really thought it through.


“Is that allowed?” he mumbled. “I thought those parts were off limits.”


Now she’d thrown the possibility out there, she was willing to petition for it. “I won’t touch it.”


He was awkward in his attempt to respond. “Yeah, but…”


“And I’ve seen it before.”


“Since mate maturity we haven’t, you know- I mean, we’ve been actually trying not to look.”


“It’s not possible to never see-”


Casey’s face snapped to the side. “Have you been secretly looking?”


“No! But-”


“Georgie!” he gasped. Serious didn’t suit him. “I’m the older one, I’m supposed to be protecting you from mate maturity until you reach it.”


“And you do a great job!” He was gentle and patient and she had never once felt an ounce of pressure from him. If anything, she was overly aware of how much he was hiding the struggle of being in her presence all the time. He put on a contented front for her, made his jokes and light-hearted griping. It was a sense she had, nothing she could present as evidence, that he was fighting internally near-constantly. “I’m completely innocent thanks to you!”


“Don’t say that like an accusation,” he laughed. “It’s the right thing. You’re too young.”


“So if I’m too young, what do you think about when you handle it?”


His silence was damning.


Georgie spluttered into wild cackles. “You do think of me!”


“Of course I do!” His fluster only tickled her more. “You’re my soul mate.”


“I’m only twenty,” she said on a disappointed sigh. “How could you think of me like that?”


She heard him swallow. “Sorry,” he whispered.


Georgie cleared the tent’s width in one fling, finding him again in the dark and wrapping herself over his front. “Don’t say sorry! I was only teasing you!” She kissed away her own guilt, following his hairline, then his neck, her hands clung to the shoulders of his t-shirt, her thighs clamped to his hips. He was so warm she could just glue herself to him. More and more kisses, maybe a little nibble-


“G-Georgie!” He stiffened, top to bottom.


Georgie stilled too. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see that his were closed, squeezed shut, actually. He looked almost pained.


“Are you okay?”


“I… need to go brush my teeth.”


“What? We said-”


“I need to go.”


“Oh.” She looked back for the bump that should have been just behind her butt. Only, it had flattened again. It may just be the dark, but she almost thought she could see a stain-


“Georgie,” he grunted.


“Yep. Sorry.” She swung her leg back over and scurried back to her own side. It wasn’t her intention to torture him, she hoped he knew that. He didn’t need more of her input right now, though, so she hid herself under the blankets and let him deal with it.


On his return, they kept an inch between them for the rest of the night.


The next day they uncovered another, much larger, buried treasure.


Of course, at first, Georgie took part in the rowing of the canoe, carved to fit three. Once the shore was all greige instead of individual stones, her oars were tucked (gingerly, so Casey wouldn’t notice too soon) under her seat and her journal retrieved from her waterproof side bag. Another human invention. Well, wolves had their version back in the day but it involved a long process, animal innards, and wax. Georgie could give it to the fur-less on this one.


Casey ploughed through the water, taking them to where the lake encroached on the forest’s end. When the trees thinned out and drew back they would be at the base of the mountains.


They expected to arrive around lunchtime, and had packed a picnic that rested under the middle seat. Cove’s seat. They would stay until dusk, then row back past their camp to the absolute other end of the lake and cover their canoe up at the bottom of a dyke for safe-keeping before trekking the last of the way back home on four feet each.


They picked up impressive speed and Casey had yet to notice he was solo-powering the boat. Fir trees that fluffily filled either side of the lake began to blur. Georgie took out her coloured pencils and did her best to remember the shades of the leaves from the day before.


She was three pages deep into her sketches and colouring before Casey peered back to check on her and found out she was shirking. He wasn’t mad. He’d never been mad at her. Georgie showed him her leaf collage and he complimented it until they started to veer off course and he needed his attention forward-facing again.


In the furthest distance, Georgie was starting to see what she believed were the mountain crests. They were still too far away to really tell, it could just be the shadows under clouds peeking out from atop the trees. She kept her eyes on the line, though, because eventually Borderwatch would be there.


And there it was. A little late for their usual lunch but the view more than made up for it as they reached the the shore. Georgie stared over Casey’s shoulder, open mouthed, at the incredible height and pure vastness. A thin border of trees, like a last line of defence, split the ground between sand and mountain. They were monstrously tall and thick. They left their canoe and lunch beside one, needing to see the mountains proper before anything else. On the other side, Casey let out an exhilarated laugh.


The Borderwatch range felt more fortress than mountain cluster from stood at the bottom. The ridge was surmounted by tattered flags battered by wintery winds. Icicles weaponised the lip beneath, ready to crack and spear at any disturbance. Despite the flags signalling some kind of claiming, there were no scent markers left to dictate that the craggy ascent was being actively defended as any pack’s territory.


Georgie tried to imagine climbing the sheer rock face. Cliff-nesting clans, if they ever truly existed, left no trace to make a trail of. There was nowhere she would feel safe placing her boot to even begin.


“This is…” Georgie shook her head. It didn’t feel real.


“I feel tiny,” Casey laughed. “It’s so massive!”


They hadn’t the time to stray too far, but lunch at the base of Borderwatch was enough to thrill them. They ate in near silence, simply taking it all in (and planning what to bring back for journaling) and basking in the feeling of insignificance beneath mountains that had stood before wolves.


At dusk, they dragged themselves away. Their adult lives awaited them back in the pack, unfortunately.

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